tonight there isn’t any light under your door, i guess you must be somewhere breathing in patterns unfamiliar to the one you’re underneath. i pinned those patterns in my coat. i’m turning on the stereo and i’m turning into fairytales.

paolo roversi via little teaspoon.

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